”“My husband?” I asked doubtfully.“Fiancé. It’s an arranged marriage, so to say.”“Arranged by whom?” I asked even more curious.“Our...fathers, of course. Your beloved father, the late Reverend Josiah Devereaux struck a deal with my father. It took place a little over 30 years ago. Your father and his lovely wife, Marisol, wanted a baby. They tried for years without success, then one day the miracle happened and young Marisol was blessed with a child. During the labor, there were some. I held them tight between fingers and massaged them roughly. That seemed to really turn my friend on.“You’re getting so fucking hard, Ross. I’ll bet you’re ready to get inside me. Should I put your cock in my wet pussy? Want me to ride you, Ross?”She was rubbing rather vigorously against me at this point and I was once again rock hard. I did, indeed, want to fuck my lovely friend.“Go for it, April,” I gasped.Smiling, she rose up. Taking my stiff cock in her hand, she guided the head to her wet. “You have attacked a Challenger in contravention of my declared peace. Your actions resulted in the death of that Challenger, and serve as an unwelcome example for any with similar designs. Have you anything to say before I pass judgment upon you?”“I ... am a successful ... Challenger myself.” Nefiume sounded uncertain, but forged ahead. “You may not do me harm, under your own rules.”Typhon lowered her head until her nostrils made the water holding the undead in place ripple with each. I grab her hand and turn her around holding her back against me as I take my ice and glide it down her neck and grind my hips into her. I lick her neck as the ice melts and the water makes a trail down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, and right into her hot little pussy. She turns to me, kisses me deep, and reaches to my zipper. My dress slides off leaving me standing there naked, covered only by her devilish eyes.I push her against the wall and ease her hands above her head.